Pebble Beach
Wilson gets a much needed vacation. Possibly part 1 of X?
Wilson picked his nose as he waited in the back of the bus, idly looking at the rest of the group. Various other males sat in their respective seats, but the bull had the back row to himself, mainly due to his height. He checked his watch and sighed as the vehicle rounded the bend in a lonely road, the city giving way to farmland, then lightly wooded fields, and then into thicker woods. He glanced at his finger, then wiped it on his pants. Bring nothing but the very basics - everything would be provided for. No packs, no food, no phones... not even change of clothes. They were checked on the way onto the bus, in fact, with secure storage for anything deemed too much, and then they were shuffled off. Even his identification had been taken, replaced with a simple bracelet confirming his identity. If he hadn't paid for this, he'd have sworn he was being treated like a criminal, but then, he supposed, that was the point of this experience. Nothing like he'd ever seen before, crowed Sam. The bull narrowed his eyes at the back of the cat's head, and Sam's ear flicked. As if he had a sixth sense, the feline turned and smiled at him with a shit-eating grin. Wilson huffed and gave him the finger. Didn't even sit with him. He was certain Sam had fronted most of it, but he wasn't telling him. He'd just taken a hundred bucks from the bull and sorted it out. Was it to make sure he would go?
Wilson leaned his head against the window, horns clicking against reinforced glass. This was the middle of nowhere. He felt like if he was going to be murdered, this would be the place. No one would ever find the body... and yet he also felt a certain peacefulness. Sun-dappled thickets, with brightly coloured flowers, as the wind gently rustled leaves and set the underbrush moving. He wanted to open the window, but that, too, was unallowed. He glared again at Sam, making friends a few seats ahead. He'd probably try to fuck him tonight, the diminutive cat catching a grin from a handsome wolf. And then the bull did a quick headcount and realised that everyone here was male, and he groaned. "Fuck," he muttered, rumbling. Was this some kind of hookup/sex thing? No wonder Sam hadn't given him any details. He tried to get the thought out of his head, but now he just wanted to punch the cat for getting him on this thing.
The bull was infamously intractable, stuck in his ways. How he'd even found a friend like Sam was beyond him, but despite his grumbly nature, the cat was always interested in hanging out with him, pushing him, poking him, trying to get him out of his comfort zone, whatever that meant. And while he'd never minded being the way he was, he always humoured the cat. Despite him being famously, almost aggressively outgoing, unafraid despite his modest height. The bull found himself feeling... protective of him, but Sam always shrugged it off. 'I'm not the one who needs looking after,' he'd always say.
The bus took a slow turn off the road onto a gravel trail, and from here the bull started to get a very bad feeling. It was wide enough, obviously somewhat maintained, but the entrance had been obscured by arched branches of foliage. Someone was very casually uninterested in visitors, and the woods became deeper. Indeed, the bus ride began to feel rough, but the driver very clearly knew where he was going. He glanced again at Sam, who was entirely unphased. This was his second visit, and he was clearly excited. The wolf flinched and blushed beside him, the part where Sam had started rubbing his package, he surmised. They were definitely going to fuck later.
The bus began to slow, and Wilson got a nervous, anxious feeling in his stomach. He looked around, but there didn't seem to be any structures here that he could see. "Uh... where's the club?" Sam was bouncing. "Hush, bull," he said, twisting back, but there was a certain rumbling sentiment that something was up. "Where's the beach? It's called Pebble Beach," he said. "Hush, bull," he responded again, narrowing his eyes and looking like he was done with the conversation as one of the until now silent workers stood up.
"Welcome," the horse began, "to Pebble Beach Resort and Adventure Club. I'll be your guide today, my name is Randy. Carl will be assisting," he added, glancing over to the bus driver, a broad-shouldered tiger, who was looking like he really, really liked his job right now. Randy seemed more resigned to having to go through the motions. Sam began to quiver in his seat, looking like he'd start bounding out of it. Given the reactions, it seemed like he was the only one that had been here before. "You were promised an experience like you've never had before, and I can assure you, there is absolutely nothing like Pebble Beach. A world class experience awaits you, as soon as we transition the bus to get into the resort. Carl will be assisting with this stage. I think it's his favourite part," he said, with a scripted wink.
The big cat grinned wildly and at this point seemed entirely off script, which annoyed the piss out of Randy. "Fuck yeah," he said, getting out of the driver's seat and throwing a fist at Sam, who waved back enthusiastically. "He knows what's up," he said, wandering outside and getting under the bus to grab what looked like a large cache of camping supplies... and a rifle. As he did this, Randy got into the driver's seat and began to grumble to himself. "Okay, we ready?" he asked, sticking his head in after a moment. All smiles. "You guys'll see a lot more of me in just a sec. Okay, hold on."
Randy gripped the steering wheel with what seemed like a death grip, and Sam bounced in his seat while everyone else looked... confused. And then Wilson felt a horrible falling sensation, and he began to sweat. Looking out the window, the world began to rise up as a gentle aura seemed to engulf the bus. Heart racing, confused, Wilson looked out and could see Carl grinning maniacally, growing larger, larger...
And then it stopped. There were concerned yells around the bus as Wilson pressed his nose to the glass, and watched Carl lean down and pick up the toy-sized bus in one hand carefully, lifting it up to look at everyone. "Hey," he rumbled. "I'm looking after your security here, so you got nothing to worry about. You guys are gonna have the time of your life," he said. "Especially you," he added, taking the time to point a claw directly at Wilson. It tapped the glass exactly where his broad nose connected, and he realised quickly that he was perhaps just a few inches tall, or even less. He had no sense of himself. "The biggest guy always does."
And then the bus was set down in front of a mesh enclosure, unseen moments ago. Randy kicked the bus into drive again, and they moved forward. "So as you've now gathered, part of what sets us apart is the size experience. I promised you'd have nothing like it, and I think we deliver," he said, going through the spiel again. Once we cross into the mesh, we'll be fully protected from anything outside, and until then, Carl will be watching after us, so there's nothing to worry about. Once we get inside, there'll be a little more... adjustment, as we customize your experience."
There was a lot of cross-talk as everyone on the bus looked out the windows, or compared notes, and Wilson felt himself entirely out of the loop. Most, it seemed, knew something was going to happen. He caught Sam's eye, and the cat flashed him that shit-eating grin again. He whispered something to the wolf, who glanced back, and then nodded, letting the cat out of the window seat, allowing him to amble his way back to sit next to the bull.
"This didn't cost a hundred bucks, did it?" He was sweating.
"Haha, fuck no," he said. "But you'd have never come if you thought it was more, and I wanted to see you here."
"But why?" he asked, exasperated, his voice too loud. He caught a few stares. "Why?" he hissed.
The cat shrugged. "Get you out of your shell?" He cuddled in beside Wilson. "You're gonna have the experience of your life, I promise. You're gonna make friends, have fun, relax... and maybe hook up. And if not, that's fine, I'm not gonna pressure you. And if you hate it, you can punch me when we get back, but til then I just want you to shut up, say yes for once in your life, and take a chance." He held the bull's hand and petted it. "You're safe, okay? I know it doesn't seem like it, but they have this place under lockdown. Relax. Laugh a little. It's a bit silly, but... I know you'll love it. Just give it a chance."
The bull hissed through gritted teeth as the bus jostled along under the mesh, and they were sealed into relative safety. He didn't want to consider that their safety depended on Carl not deciding to step on them. "Okay everyone, time to step out and get a few things sorted out," said Randy, stopping the bus. "Everyone take a moment to line up and we'll get you settled for accommodation after a little adjusting." Wilson eyed Sam, who only wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Fuck," he swore, then began to lumber off of the bus, to line up with all of the others, about twenty in all. He was looking at all sorts of people - rodents, felines, canines of all descriptions... a few bigger folks, too. He caught the eye of another horse, who only rolled his eyes at him tossing his mane dismissively. Okay, fuck you too, the bull thought to himself.
The hanger, as he started to come to think of the space, was a metal looking overhang on top of the paved surface they'd navigated onto. Simple concrete, it looked like, as he stood carefully, hands in his pockets. "Okay everyone, relax for a bit, and we'll start calling names for registration." Sam was first, as a second-timer, and that seemed to convey privileges. He walked in through a door at the end of the hanger, disappearing with two other suited males, as one by one everyone was called. While he waited his turn, a shadow loomed, and Carl squatted down outside the mesh, peeking in at the proceedings.
"You nervous, bull?"
Wilson felt a rush of adrenaline being addressed so. He squirmed, and then took a few steps towards the end of the hangar. He felt a certain false safety at being behind the mesh, but rationally he was under no illusions about what Carl could do to this place if he wanted to. "A little," he admitted. Carl's ear twitched, and he leaned in a little closer.
"Sound like a mouse." He gently pressed one thick finger into the mesh, his claw tip poking through. "You're gonna have fun, bull. Being the big guy all the time... now you're gonna be the little guy. It's a tradition here. But don't worry. Carl'll keep you safe," he said, smiling again. "It's a great team. Now get going, they're all in now." He nodded, and started to get up again. Sure enough, the bull was alone in the hangar, save for Randy looking annoyed. "Okay, uh... Wilson? Come on in," he said, waving him aggressively forward.
The bull ambled along, wringing his hands as he was escorted into the doorway, with Randy following. "Okay, we're just gonna get you ready for a stage two shrink. You don't currently fit any of the accommodations we have set up, and we like to keep our guests similarly scaled to each other." He nodded to a table. "Clothes off. You'll get new ones in a bit, just leave your bracelet on." The bull began to protest, but two associates came in, wearing white coats, both canines of some variety. "Relax, buddy," one said. "You're in good hands," said the other.
Shirt unbuttoned and off, he sat bare-chested in his boxers while Randy played with a device. "This won't hurt, you've already experienced a lot of it already," he said, then pressed it to his arm. "But I need you to hold still, since this is a specific procedure, and if you're going to get back to the way you were, we need precision. So hold still." And while the device was held against his arm, the horse turned a dial, and Wilson began to shrink into his clothing, pants drooping on the table as his legs couldn't fill them, Randy starting to look more and more impressively sized. "We take everyone down so that they're all about on the same level to each other, give or take. More giving and taking from you, though, since we have a rule here that the biggest guy entering is the smallest one here. Really turns the experience up to 11 for him... well, you, in this case," he said with a smile. This was obviously Randy's favourite part, and he smiled as the bull began to squirm a little. "Hold still, or your clothes'll never fit when you get back," he said. "Unless that's what you want," he added quickly, glancing at the bull's rapidly developing hard on.
Wilson mooed, a strangled, squeaky noise as his pants billowed out from all around him, his boxers flopping over his dwindling maleness. "Okay, that's... that's enough," he said, but Randy only turned the dial up. "Wait!" he said, his voice seeming to get higher and higher to everyone present.
"Nearly there, relax... it'll all be over in just a sec." The device seemed to swell on the bull's arm where it made contact. "Everyone on staff is bigger than all the guests. Really makes your experience that much... bigger," he said. Half sized to Randy, Wilson began to feel calf-like. He blushed deeply. "Aaaand there we go," he said, the process finally, finally stopping. The horse removed an item from the device and sequestered it with the bull's bracelet, before giving him a new one, taking a moment to strap it on himself. "That, combined with the date from the bus shrink, is most of you. Let's keep it real safe, okay? Now let's go see everyone else. Just slip this over yourself quick," he said, lifting him out of his old clothing and settling him onto the floor, offering him a pair of small, bright orange briefs.
Wilson felt lighter. Strange. He felt like he was in a constant state of anxiousness as he slipped into the underwear, adjusting his seemingly now constant hard on to try to contain it. This left little to the imagination, and yet as he looked up at Randy he began to mentally associate him with authority. Heart racing, he almost didn't even want to address hm. "I'm ready. Sir," he added quickly as the horse glanced in his direction, and rustled the top of his head. He barely came up to his waist.
Shooing him out of the other door, he came into a reception area, where all the rest of the males from the bus were gathered. Where once they were quite different in size, all were now approximately the same height, coming up to the chests of the staff, who were similarly all exactly the same. Randy coughed and the bustling and chatting died down. He glanced at the wall, where a few markers were placed. "That line," he said, pointing to the top, "is one inch. That, where most of you stand," he said, pointing to a smaller line under it, "is three-quarters of an inch. And that," he said, guiding Wilson over to the wall and letting him lean against it, hand on his shoulder, "is half an inch. You'll note that there are a few marks underneath - depending on the adventures on offer for the day, you might find yourself even smaller. I hope you'll embrace the idea with enthusiasm, as that's part of the whole idea of coming to Pebble Beach Resort and Adventure Club, and the staff will be with you every step of the way to ensure your enjoyment, your safety, and your pleasure. From Carl standing watch outside, to myself, Randy, to every member of staff, doctors, cooks, guides... we are all here to ensure that you have a singularly unique experience. Please feel free to approach staff and get to know them - you're all welcome to chat and get involved. And remember, what happens in Pebble Beach, stays in Pebble Beach," he said with a wink.
Wilson stood against the wall like he was in a police line up, every eye on him. He swallowed heavily. Sam laughed, and gave him a wink.
"Fuck you, Sam," he squeaked.
The cat gave him the thumbs up, and turned to kiss his wolf.